We attended a cake picnic (and community dance party).
We went to a carnival.
|View from the Ferris wheel.|
And when wandering through the Farmers Market, I met this woman: Afrose Fatima Ahmed.
website contains some brief information about what she refers to as her "impromptu poetry."
I find this idea of a poem written instantly and then cast out—bread upon the waters, no copies saved, no revisions made—both intriguing and terrifying.